Kasol Keepsakes

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Pitter-patter

Pitter-patter.

The raindrops splatter.

Salty drops find some means

to stream.

Window is gaping

at the lost stand-still view.

While I'm here

just like I was before-

empty,

without a beat.

Let the Words Flow...

CURIOUS. FEAR. PAIN. DEAR.

Random rain of words it is

The murky world inside my head is teeming with million of unattended butterflies trying to disrupt the order that I so eagerly and desperately have been trying to reign in. The furious typing at this moment have nothing to do with the drizzle outside. I know I'm not making any sense. But writing is all I want to do and that is why the hardcore typing sound seems to be so easing to the senses. I've started working, actually I've been employed now for almost two weeks. That is why may be the strange paradise (of sorts) seems to be comfortable enough. So much for being enough-independent. The lighting speed of the thoughts that are really crowding in, trigger some other long lost appraisals of the past that were so mundane yet effervescent. There was motion even in the tranquil subduedness. Away from home for the first time ever, away from friends and family have its aftereffects. No, I'm not at all homesick (the definition of home always eluded me, I mean what exactly is a home, its not an entity, its more of an idyllic idea). Leave it. Don't pay attention to everything that I have to say.

At the start of my stay here, I was a bit apprehensive, because when I came (or rather when I decided to change place), it was done erratically, I had idea of what I wanted to be but not how exactly. But sometimes, I guess fate (or then, the lack of it) takes a different route altogether. Ten days later, I find a foothold, almost. A JOB. If, you know what I mean. A meager salary and bountiful existence don't go hand in hand but the utter possibility of unhinged freedom gets you high. Freedom - that elusive sentiment that have got the world enthralled, the revolutions that one witnessed, all to the spirit of freedom. Meanwhile, the world has been behest with all the uproar and furor of what one had to say about another blah blah blah, the revival of the western world from the clutches of the R-WORD. The world lives on, and I personally think mostly of the premises that I had to be in . Selfish gene.

I so miss watching films, the habit of the otherwise recluse. I miss my pets and I miss the eternal whiff of extra-ordinariness that always seem to haunt the world I was stuck in.

I borrowed 'A Blue Hand' from a friend to read. The book chronicles the stay of the BEATS in India. But unlike before, the reading bug has temporarily gone to rest. AWAKE.

And, finally, the bug that has bitten me. The pain that it has infused. Miraculous. Dangerous. Completely incurable.

P.S: The thing that really made me get up from the somewhat sojourn I was thinking of taking was the discovery of this CINE DURBAAR. For all lovers of cinema, it is more than worthy of just a dekko. Hail to cinephiles!!

P.S.S: Excuse my babbles.

Winds

The winds,

The troubled winds billow,

Once again.

Now another aroma of a stranger's breath

Fills the void.

I know-

Temporal peace it is;

ever restrictive.

Have to swallow the desire with the rest.

The graveyard is getting smaller with each winter and spring,

The mound of the delectable fallacies are tolling,

High

Too high.

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TRANSIT

Meet the newest members of my family-- Introducing Jules and Jim.

And they were not the only ones to keep me busy, though. These brats (yes, absolute brats) are getting naughtier by the day. Just to kill your curiosity, no I'm not a cat person at all. I am more of a dog lover and I'm blessed with my Lucky (I named him after that Golden Retriever in the movie My Ghost Dog). He celebrated his tenth birthday this year.

How days just run so real fast. My results were declared, the formalities followed and before I knew, I'd my tickets booked for my journey to the capital, New Delhi. Between movies and music and frequent trips to the nearest city, to filling up countless forms in myriad offices and formats, the days just kept on getting thawed. Many snippets were written and forgotten, paragraphs torn and forlorn.

I'm leaving tomorrow and there are only mixed emotions and feelings. Jules and Jim had been keeping me busy, it is so amazing to see them growing up, playing with each other and their awareness and curiosity which simply gets better and better, may be because of the varied life-cycles, but they grow up and learn faster and better(or so I feel).

A new phase begins and I don't know what is stored for me next. This unpredictability I think, is the one thing that makes life what it is. Till the next part in the sequence of my life kick starts I guess, I'll be more absent here, at least in writing, the reading (of your blogs) will continue though with gaps in between. Leaving home means leaving a lot of things behind but I believe, the biggest discoveries await our next travel back home. Between the somewhat tranquil parts to the city buzz, a milion sweltering changes breed and sometimes, a little un-introspection(or precisely, a post poned introspection) can do one no harm.

I'm ready, ready for it all.

Till then, a hearty time to everyone.

The Ravages of Yesteryears

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So, a year has already elapsed, I am older now
And things (of course) don't remain stationary,
The ultimate truth slowly creeps in,
The illusion is fading.
The already evanescent dreams are getting blurred
(or may be I'm going afar).
The weavers just spin the same old streams of clothes
It's been over year I'm here
And I don't feel like making sense anymore
The lines of discomfort arouses no fear
The rhythm is less obsolete
The tunes are so more haunting
Let me say anything, please. Like:
The sun is brutal,
The ravages of yesteryears have been dug deep
And I walk on
With everything that I always carried with me
Dollops of hope
Bright dreams
Soulful tunes
Pleasantries
And a soul in no hurry

After listening to Coyita from the album Ronroco by Gustavo Santaolalla.

The Song I'm in Love with

Some songs simply leave you asking for more.

I've listened to Agnee before, in fact, at present they are among very few of the Indian rock (or any category) bands in India whom I love to listen to but I don't know how I missed this one particular song. Got to hear it for the first time yesterday and, well, I've not been able to give my ears a rest. I hope anyone who happens to listen to this enjoys it as much as I have.

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